Novel & Cerita I Hear You Talking In Your Sleep

She says with glistening eyes again. “You want to talk about it? Maybe talking about it will ease your mind and you can get back to sleep. I can stay with you until you fall back asleep, and leave the door open just in case you have another dream. You didn’t wake me by the way I couldn’t sleep and was going to have a drink, when I heard you screaming.” I say.

"Silla, don't ever do that again." "Do what?" There's no way he could know that it was a trick to get him to act. Did I say something in my sleep? I've been known to talk in my sleep, but that hadn't happened for a while, that I can recall. Had he really seen through the whole thing? I wish the bed would open up and swallow me whole. How embarrassing. "Don't fall asleep in the bathtub; it's dangerous."

"I slept fine." "Really? Because you kept mumbling in your sleep. Something about running away." His voice carried that familiar teasing lilt that made my skin crawl with anxiety. Was I really talking in my sleep? What if I said something that gave me away? "I don't talk in my sleep," I lied, pulling out a clean shirt with more force than necessary. "Oh, but you do," Raymond said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "It's actually pretty entertaining. You have quite the vocabulary for such a shy guy."

And then she looks at me with a sweet smile on her face. "You had a dream about Dani." She says. "The ex that you 'hate' so much. You called her name in your sleep. You were telling her to suck your còck. And you were moaning. You don't even moan when I give you blowjobs. This is the third time you've done this. What do you have to say this time?" There's a stretch of silence. Why the fùck do I sleep-talk. And why the fùck would I dream about that cheap slùt!

“Can we talk? Just you and me. Not in here.” Something about the way he said it got me up out of bed. I stood and followed him out of the room, quietly pulled the door shut behind us, and walked him a little ways down the hall, then crouched down so we were eye to eye. “Okay,” I said. “What’s going on?” Bjorn clutched the hem of his shirt in his hands. “I heard Mom,” he said. “Her voice. It woke me up.” “She talks in her sleep sometimes,” I said. “Maybe you—”

"That was one hell of a panic attack. Do you remember anything?" “I don’t...” My head throbbed, the remnants of the dream swirling with my muddled memories. “I don’t remember.” Damien glanced at me through the rearvie mirror, those eyes dark and unreadable. Hazel like Damien's. "You were talking in your sleep. About... someone knowing where I am." He said quietly. Well... of course. Of course, I was talking in my sleep. And those words would be what Damien would hear. But it didn't mean anything.

But before I fell asleep, I heard something, like a whisper, I can barely remember it, something like; “Smile baby. I love you.”

So I tried my best to keep up with her. I was laying on my back breathing hard and she laid on my chest, most likely just as tired as I am. I kissed her head and stroked her arm. I could feel her soft snores and I knew she was starting to fall asleep. So I started to close my eye as well. “I’m so sorry Niky,” I heard her whisper waking me out of my sleep. “It’s alright baby, It’s alright.” I responded but she didn’t say anything, but her deep breathing continued. That’s when I knew she was sleep talking.

My brain was a chaotic soup of shame and need and Lucian Lucian Lucian and I was about to completely lose my mind. And then I heard it. A voice. In my head. “That wasn’t a dream, little girl.” I froze. Like fully froze. “Who the fuck..who the fuck just said that?” I looked around. No one was there. I opened the closet. Checked under the bed. Nothing. Empty. Still alone. “Okay. Okay. So now I’m insane. I’ve officially lost it. My brain just snapped. I came so hard in my sleep that I unlocked my third eye.”

I warned him, tilting my head in an intimidating way. He raised his arms in surrender, “Not my fault you talk in your sleep.” “Talk in my─” I breathed, calculating the possibilities, “─What are you even-? I don’t talk in my sleep!” I defended, reaching a conclusion that his claim was basically not possible. I would’ve known. “I asked you. You said ‘fine, go ahead’” He still insisted, letting the magazine lay on his lap. “Huh?” I was still confused, mouth slightly apart as I tried to skim through my memories of me sleeping. It was as good as nothing. When I slept, I was out like a light.